[ Featuring the Rat ]
The moon is dead, and it's harmful inside
Your heart and I would like to taste your red wine
Betray my intentions and have some more pie
Until your belly's full and you start to cry
You bleed your friends
Because you're just a leech
You keep on whining that your life is a bitch
You'd better live or your life's just a trip
Your hands are full
And you can't get a grip!
Aaaa
I feel so anxious not to spend some more time
Your empty pockets got to cry for a dime
The streets are shallow, I feel better inside
Because it's safer not to care if you die
You bleed your friends
Because you're just a leech
You keep on whining that your life is a bitch
You'd better live or your life's just a trip
Your hands are full
And you can't get a grip!
Aaaa
